By Ozioma C. Nwosu, California

Since I was ten or thirteen
The pounding in my head has thrived and grown
And become so bad and almost made me mad.

A little Spark, a little fire
A little wind to help, and then a forest
Becomes enflamed and everything is lost.

A little seed, a little soil
A little nurturing to help and then a tree blossoms
And blooms and then overcomes the forest.

So my headache, with time, has grown
And taken over my life; It has made me sad,
It has made me cry and it has almost made me mad.

But I have learned to cope
I have learned to hope
And most importantly, I have learned to fly.

I have learned to live around my circumstances
I have really learned to fly.